Where once the southern border of Blossom Forest was made by Leisure Lake, the magical rearrangement of the lands has laid there instead a vast, uncrossable ocean. The shore differs as you travel along it. Tall mountainous cliffs arise on the western part and at one point, the large river that runs through Blossom Forest opens up at its tributary into a well sheltered cove. As you come more eastward, the towering peaks shorten into rocky foothills. A large section of the shore is inaccessible to most, as Uyaraut has claimed it as their own. But if you skirt around their territory, the hills disappear, swallowed up into the land until it is as flat as the eye can see. The vibrant greens dull into short and dry browns and tans, and the land dries and cracks apart until it melds into The Waste - the desert that forms Blossom Forestís easternmost border.

For those looking to hunt here, there are of course the fish within the ocean, along with crabs, seals and urchins. For on the shore, there are seagulls, herons, and ospreys.


im just a puzzle missing a few pieces

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At least in this explanation she offers forth she redeems herself by saying that she does not trust me. It is a good thing - I shouldn't be trusted. A long time ago that was all I wanted - trust, responsibility, love... but it all stems from trust, every little aspect of any positive relationship. But I don't have any desire for relationships now - I want only to be left alone to my own devices. Still, her reason for offering me the rank is smart enough - she wants vargs experienced in leadership to take on a role to support those who do not. And as begrudgingly as I must admit it, I do make a decent candidate. All she knows is that I have been in a pack before, that I was a healer. She does not know about my swift ascension through their ranks up to Beta. That I was asked to be the new Alpha and declined. That my parents were both Alpha, that I was not just a healer but a liason among the packs in a time where war seemed likely, that I was the main healer and taught classes to the other packs. If any of the old Alphas remained, they would know me. But Kershov is the only one left - if he can be said to be an old alpha. He had left yet returned now anew. So which would he be, old or new?

She mentions that she does not expect me to heal - which is good, because I would not even if it was asked of me. All that I will be responsible for will be accepting those at the border and perhaps watching over pups if ever they are born here. But best of all, I can abdicate my rank at any time if it no longer suits me. It is not a high rank, as ranks go, and I have no reason not to accept it. It is not as if she is asking me to be her second in command, or to return to who I once was. But the fact that Kirastasia will be my cohort will be... problematic. Still, I am smart enough to be able figure out something that will allow me to avoid Kirastasia, surely. We do not have to work together, per say - everything can be divided - half of the work, half of the pack for border patrols... we do not have to worry about splitting wolves to befriend - I am quite sure Kirastasia has befriended all of them already, and I have no desire for friends, despite the fact that Milo seems dead set on becoming my friend anyway.

Finally I sigh and nod, offering forth the smallest of smiles upon my kissers. "I will... accept the position you have offered me. If you truly are requesting nothing of me other than what you have just said, then yes." I close my trap and shake me head. what have I just gotten myself into?

OOC - do you want to continue them or have that be the end of this little encounter?

||Kahlan|| ||Broken Heart|| ||Cracked Soul of Munashii Gekko|| ||Zeta|| ||69cm.:.23kg||Adult||

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